Disclaimer - This story is fictional. I am in no way associated to Hayden Christensen, nor do I claim to know his sexual preference. This story has elements of same sex relationship which may not be suitable to all audiences. My use of Star Wars references are in no way licensed, and is owned by George Lucas and Lucasfilm.
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The phone vibrated on Tyrone's desk. He snatched it and held it out for the lecturer to see, to show that he was leaving the class to take the call. The lecturer nodded. Tyrone stepped into the hallway. He looked at the phone display. It said "Private Number". He gulped and hit the green phone button.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me."
It was Pauline. Tyrone clenched his teeth.
"Hey" he replied, trying not to sound too disheartened.
"Has your Jedi boy called yet?" she asked.
"No, not yet" he said, lowly.
"Oh OK, well send me a text message when he does."
"Alrighty, no problem. I've gotta go, I'm at college" Tyrone said.
"OK, cya later!" Pauline chirped.
He hung up and went back into the room.
3 o'clock.
4 o'clock.
Tyrone left college, feeling a little drained. He had been expecting Hayden to call back during the day since it was around the time that they met the day before. He headed home hoping that Hayden was just caught up in something.
Tyrone got home and there was still no phone call. He rang his own mobile phone from his home phone to check if it was working. It was. He suddenly panicked and wondered if he had written down the correct number for Hayden. Or maybe Hayden lost the number. Or worse, what if Hayden wasn't going to call at all.
Time passed. Tyrone tried to do some reading for his course, all the while, having his phone by his side. He was starting to feel a little stupid after all this waiting. He didn't want to give up on Hayden, but it was already getting late. He looked up at the clock. It read 7:48pm.
He went to his room and collapsed face up on his bed. He let out a frustrated breath.
"Oh well, looks like I was screwed over" he thought to himself. He got up and walked over to his stereo and stuck his Nsync "Celebrity" album in the cd player. Suddenly, his phone rang.
A young boy's voice piped from the lounge. "Tyrone!" It was his brother Warren. Warern walked into the bedroom with Tyrone's phone in his hand. It was ringing.
Tyrone grabbed it and looked at the display. "Private Number" it read.
"Tyrone speaking" he answered.
"Hey buddy, it's Hayden from the Opera House!" it was familiar accent on the other end.
"Oh hey!" Tyrone said, trying to sound non-chalant "I forgot you were going to call!" He wrinkled his nose at the white lie.
"Oh sorry, did I get you at a bad time?" Hayden said.
"Oh no, no, no. I mean, shit, I'm glad you called!" Tyrone said, trying to save himself.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah"
"Yeah, sorry, I just got caught up shoot.. I mean, with work... Some of the guys needed some help, and, you know how it is..." Hayden stuttered.
"No, that's cool. I'm just happy to hear from you." Tyrone said.
"Great, so what are you up to?"
"Oh nothing, didnt really have anything planned tonight."
"Would you like to catch up and hang out tonight or something?
"Yeah I'd love to" Tyrone replied, trying not to sound too excited. He was already grinning ear to ear.
"Excellent, well, um, do you drive?"
"Yeah"
"Would you mind meeting me at my hotel?" Hayden asked.
"Not at all" Tyrone said, jumping up and down in his room, trying not to make it too obvious to Hayden that he was excited as hell.
"Cool, so, yeah I'm staying at a hotel called Sheraton on the Park. Do you know how to get here?" Hayden said.
"Sure do, it's near where I work." Tyrone said. "What time would you like me to come get you?"
"Does 8:30 sound OK?"
"Sure, do I ask for you at the desk?"
"No, I'll be in the lobby where the lounge chairs are. I'll wait for you there." Hayden said.
"OK, did you have anything in particular that you wanted to do tonight?" Tyrone asked.
"We'll decide on it when you get here" Hayden replied.
"OK, well, see you soon!"
"Bye Tyrone!" And with that Hayden hung up.
Tyrone jumped on his bed with a smile that could stretch a mile wide. He danced around to the song which was playing on the album, "Pop". He could not contain himself. Now was the dilemma, what would he wear?
After much deliberation on clothing and a quick shower, Tyrone made his way to the Sheraton. He parked on the road opposite from the hotel and looked at his watch. 8:26. He was early. He reached into his glove box and pulled out his cologne and sprayed some on himself. He decided to wait in the car for a bit longer so it didnt seem like he was too keen. He waited for another couple of songs to play on his car stereo before he went into the hotel. He looked at his passenger seat and saw the magazine that he had brought to show Pauline the night before, he quickly threw it under his seat so Hayden wouldn't see it. He looked at his watch again. 8:26. His watch had died. He quickly glanced at the clock on his dashboard. It was 8:39.
"Shit!" he said to himself. He turned off his engine, locked the car, and almost sprinted to the revolving doors of the Sheraton. He looked around in the foyer. Then made his way to the seating area. His heart sunk. There was no sign of Hayden.
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